05-29-2018, 01:45 PM
Ryker studied the wall of black smoke that churned ever so slowly toward the ceiling. Hands clasped behind his back, neck arched, he was a cool, although solitary figure. The enormous wall was the elephant in the room that everyone gawked at but feared too greatly to approach.
He didn't fear it. There was something of an echo in the power that simultaneously called and repelled him yet the curiosity was too powerful to resist. If he squinted, he thought he could make out the faint lines of light embedded within the heart of the blackness, but it was impossible to discern, let alone attempt to recreate. He had little reason to recreate such a device, but something similar could be a useful cloaking device. Regardless, what Nikolai planned didn't matter. He couldn't make out the weaves anyway. If he could but enter into its depths and study it more.
But not now. He smothered the temptation and retreated, features falling into thinly veiled irritation. Nikolai was a showy son of a bitch, no doubt he would learn soon enough.
He accepted an offer for champagne, though he did nothing with the flute other than hold it. Otherwise, he wafted through the bodies of people like a ghost they didn't notice, listening for anything to prick his ear. No doubt, the enemies of the Ascendancy were in this room. He had only to find them.
He didn't fear it. There was something of an echo in the power that simultaneously called and repelled him yet the curiosity was too powerful to resist. If he squinted, he thought he could make out the faint lines of light embedded within the heart of the blackness, but it was impossible to discern, let alone attempt to recreate. He had little reason to recreate such a device, but something similar could be a useful cloaking device. Regardless, what Nikolai planned didn't matter. He couldn't make out the weaves anyway. If he could but enter into its depths and study it more.
But not now. He smothered the temptation and retreated, features falling into thinly veiled irritation. Nikolai was a showy son of a bitch, no doubt he would learn soon enough.
He accepted an offer for champagne, though he did nothing with the flute other than hold it. Otherwise, he wafted through the bodies of people like a ghost they didn't notice, listening for anything to prick his ear. No doubt, the enemies of the Ascendancy were in this room. He had only to find them.